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DustyStayTrue Talk Tough Lyrics
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Segarra
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Big Gs, the design of my jacket
Work hard, now I'm changin' my bracket
Talk tough, we ain't hearin' that racket
Gods came and you know how to stack it
Don't take it wrong, but I'ma need my ends, though
I got Tigers on my chest just like Kenzo
Real came in, he ain't pullin' that Benz, though
Kyle's here, man, you know he stay ten toes
Big dog, man, you know I ain't worred
Bent up, so I'm talkin' real slurry
Gotta blast, bro, I'm always in a hurry
Big Trey shoot a thirty like Curry
Take a year, you can't always stay passed up
You don't catch a million, baby, you assed up
No, I'm real, had to put E-class up
They're like, "X, ****, how you take the fast route?"
[Verse 2]
2018, it was me, and Big Cory
Flowing through the city, tell the cool true story
**** rats, they be singin' like Tori
They was real, but the **** not for me
Wanna see me shine, tryna steal my glory
**** goin' crazy, it's hard to ignore me
Bitch bad, but shе startin' bore me
Got a hundred morе, they waiting for me
Acne denim with them with the 'Berry sweater
Off-white kicks, and I'm matchin', I'm clever
Fuck a price, I get it, whatever
Say you had twins, ****, send 'em whichever
Catch a vibe, I'm wavy as ever
Spend a bag, no saving my cheddar
Saucy **** mixed with Maison Margiela
Give a fuck 'bout a ****, I never had
[Verse 3]
Said I give fuck 'bout a ****, I never
Saucy **** mixed with Maison Margiela
Spend a bag, no saving no cheddar
Big bag,, no denim
[Verse 4]
Big Gs, the design of my jacket
Work hard, now I'm changin' my bracket
Talk tough, we ain't hearin' that racket
Gods came and you know how to stack it
Don't take it wrong, but I'ma need my ends, though
I got Tigers on my chest just like Kenzo
Real came in, he ain't pullin' that Benz, though
Kyle's here, man, he never stay ten toes
Big dog, man, you know I ain't worried
Bent up, so I'm talkin' real slurry
Gotta blast, bro I'm always in a hurry
Big Trey shoot a thirty like Curry
Take a year, you can't always stay passed up
You don't catch a million, baby, you assed up
No, I'm real, had to put E-class up
They're like, "X, ****, how you take the fast route?"
[Verse 5]
Summer's coming, know the blocks is hot
Give a fuck if it's dark or not
They shootin' **** over parking spots
I ain't pressed about it, we'll connect the dots
Till the break of dawn, we don't told the cops
Give a fuck about it if he was wrong or not
These **** fake, these **** talk a lot
So I gotta stay low, gotta get the guap
They pop shit, these **** calling they kettle
Break 'em down, no, you know I can't settle
Family matters, they be heavy like metal
All gas, got my foot on the pedal
Number nine Gs, red floors 'cause they stack nice
iPhone crack through the front, see the back light
Might get it fixed if the bitch just act right
Big bro-ing it 'cause simpin' don't act like
[Verse 6]
iPhone crack through the front, see the back light
Might get it fixed if the bitch just act right
Big bro-ing it 'cause simpin' don't act right
[Verse 7]
Big Gs, the design of my jacket
Work hard, now I'm changin' my bracket
Talk tough, we ain't hearin' that racket
Gods came and you know how to stack it
Don't take it wrong, but I'ma need my ends, though
I got Tigers on my chest like Kenzo
Real came in, he ain't pullin' that Benz, though
Kyle's here, man, you know he stay ten toes
Big dog, man, you know I ain't worried
Bent up, so I'm talkin' real slurry
Gotta blast, but I'm always in a hurry
Big Trey shoot a thirty like Curry
Take a year, you can't always stay passed up
You don't catch a million, baby, you assed up
No, I'm real, had to put E-class up
They're like, "X, ****, how you take the fast route?"
Written by: Xavier Segarra
